The Place

I’ve come to this place once again Willing or unwilling I have yet to discover Here in this dark yet somehow lighted space Standing alone, in the barren lonely expanse Suddenly as if as if out of nowhere A sound falls upon my ear Lightly at first, but louder, Stronger, More lively Abruptly the sound stopped I again was left in the darkness Of the place I had come to unwillingly

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